Feng Yun saw her elder brother's smile, and the color returned to her face, rosy cheeks blooming with joy.
"Elder brother, General, how come you two have come together?"
Pei Jue did not speak, his brows barely perceptibly furrowed for a moment.
Wen Xingsu smiled and said, "We came to see how you are feeling. Are you feeling any better?"
"Uh-huh." Feng Yun smiled and glanced at Pei Jue, "The Puyang Medical Officer said that since they even used Hundred-Year Ginseng on me, if I didn't improve soon, wouldn't I be emptying out the General's coffers?"
Only then did Pei Jue look at her, his expression stern, "Talk less."
Feng Yun's voice was a bit more cheerful, but one could still see the frailty of someone recovering from a serious illness on her face. A slight move would cause a sense of cold sweat along her back.
She had indeed injured her body.
Feng Yun thought of the words Puyang Jiu said and smiled.
"Then I'll listen to you and elder brother talk."
